The Function (Radio Edit) - CID

We are the lost We are the sacred Baffled by the way she screams Shattered hearts and bursting seams Life is full of expectations never to be met Singing songs of thankfulness could never be enough Shifty eyes, the fakest grins, shall I do the honors? I turn my head thinking about this side of you Oh, for my sanity I really need a brake But I can't take the time away This need is way too great Will I let the world destroy me? We are the lost We are the sick We are the sacred We are the sacred We accept you For everything you are We accept you For everything you are We beat ourselves down And never think twice about judging or hating Well, isn't that nice? Cruel and filled with trials, a lifetime it seems They would turn around and spit in your face I'm lost and I feel sick, well that's just too bad I'd say it's time to talk but I'm just not ready You might feel sorry For a simple minded soul But what baby wants, baby gets We are the lost We are the sick We are the sacred We are the sacred We accept you For everything you are We accept you For everything you are I'll find a chair, stand and tell you how it is Reminders for the past demand, never let it go You fall short of being where you'd hope to be We are the lost We are the sick We are the sacred We are the sacred We are the lost We are the sacred We are the sick We are the sacred

It's half past eight, and I'm waiting In a beautiful place Anticipating everything we'll do And all we'll say Till your Father sees you again Now I don't know just what you're doing Is it me or him That you're screwing? But I don't care and you don't care When You're Here Now the storm is here I see you running Your face full of tears So red and burning And I can't work out How you spend Another day with him Just say the word You know I'll do it I'm waiting for you Just let me do it And we can run away to another place Less Full Of fear

Happy life with the machines Scattered around the room Look what they made, they made it for me Happy technology Outside, the lions roam feeding on remains We'll never leave, look at us now So in love with the way we are Here The world that the children made The world that the children made Every night, they rock us to sleep Digital family Is it real or is it a dream? Can you believe in machines? Outside, the beating sun Can you hear the screams? We'll never leave, look at us now So in love with the way we are Here The world that the children made The world that the children made Here The world that the children made Here The world that the children made Here The world that the children made Here The world that the children made Here, the world that the children made

Badlees, The The Unfortunate Result Of Spare Time The Unfunny Just be clever for clever's sake, starin' at the ceiling into shadow-fakes The circle-smokes in the ladies room only got you as far as the roles assumed A glimpse of the perfect crime is just a reverie away Whadaya say we hang there a while for expediency's sake? And fantasize the great demise of the unfunny Cut and dry, we'll bid good-bye to the unfunny Their personality inspires like a five pound bag of fertilizer Like living in a house with fifteen cats, you're unaware of the stench when a line goes flat A glimpse of the perfect crime is just a reverie away Whadaya say we hang there a while for expediency's sake? And fantasize the great demise of the unfunny Set 'em up, we'll drink a cup to the unfunny